In the beginning there was nothingand then there was Larryborn out of nothingspat out by pitch black like some unwanted residue he was there and Larry knewinstinctivelythat he was Larry

SADBOY lays upon a operation table, CROWBOY looms above him with many long and thin but strong-looking spidery arms reaching from under his two black wings. In one of them he holds a scalpel knife. ‘It’s time we have a look inside of you. What you won’t tell me you can’t hide inside of you, […]

a cut was made through flesh, arteries drainedLarry bathed himselftiny red rivers stream down from his facecovering his body all the way down to his feeta sacrifice madea promise of devotion [a feverish faithfulness]Larry gave himself to it with abandon [to life with a thunderous passion] through death he becameand through life he will be […]

I despise most of my own poetryhave no idea what all these words are supposed to besome far away melody, melancholyI’m vomiting, can you hear it?are you listening?fears following thoughtsfools chasing dragonssee my substance dependencyswallowing dubious amounts of everything I can getlet me be me – I want all of itfeelings consisting of something don’t […]

RED TURTLE: Pardon me, but you’re sitting on what I consider my shell. It’s nothing against you personally. I don’t like anyone sitting on my shell like that. SADBOY: Whoah! I’m sorry, turtle-person. I thought you were just some oddly looking rock. RED TURTLE: No need for apologies, I do look a bit like some […]

Often, I prefer the poetry that delves into the depths of our existence by trying to find a language to describe it that’s both beautiful and equally brutal. I rarely like poetry for its smart and well made layers of meaning— that’s often just there to make the writer feel intelligent, and give bored people […]